Warnings: Pure Angst, Swear Words (i guess), Murder & Weapon use {This is my first work, so enjoy!}
Sitting in the dark bedroom, with no light, but the moonlight outside, you once again, cry from the excruciating pain that’s pounding your chest. You thought that you would be able to trust him during this three year relationship, but in the current events that was happening, your patience was wearing thin.
Jisung would leave at 7:00am every morning, leaving your bed empty and cold on one side. He used to leave a little notes here and there and sometimes you can feel a little funny feeling on your cheek from where he had kissed you before he left. He used to return from work at 10:00pm, when you were cleaning up the last of the dishes from dinner and you would tell him that you left a plate of food for him, so he wouldn’t be hungry. You thought he loved you. Keyword: thought.
You never thought that in the three years you and Jisung were together, he would ever commit a crime so hurtful to you, but meaningless to him. As he walked through that door, you began to stand up to greet him, but the smell of another woman’s perfume, caught your attention. It smelled very familiar as you came to the conclusion of the one person who he could've been with. Kim Ahrin was her name. You saw the multiple hickeys that was scattered across his neck along with lipstick stains from where she kissed him. You felt anger begin to bubble up in your system, and your head began to pound in pain. He said two words that went through one ear and came out the other.
“Why did you do it? Did I do something to you?”
“You didn’t do anything to me, I-
“I thought you loved me, Jisung! You said on our first anniversary that we would be together through everything and anything, where was that energy? Where is that fucking energy? Fucking hell, you never gave a damn about this relationship, and you never will!
“ I do care about you, y/n, it’s just-“
“What? What do I have to do to make you stay?”
The next words that left Jisung’s mouth had hit you like a curve ball.
“Nothing. We can’t be together. I don’t love you. We weren’t made for each other.”
His eyes were stone cold and dark as you two stood in the living room under the moonlight that shined through the window. Your tears began to seep out continuously as you stared at him. Hatred filled your chest and mind as you stared at him with a cold stare. You turned and walked away, going into the kitchen. You grabbed a glass and poured a glass of red wine. As you drank the wine all you can think of the times you had together. As you swallowed the last bit, you through it against the wall and watched as it smashed into bits and pieces of glass. He didn’t even flinch. You ran into your room, and opened up the one drawer that contained your most prized possession. Your gun. You loaded the gun and walked out of the room. As you walked into the living room, you noticed him sitting on the couch. The 800 dollar couch that you two bought together. The first major purchase of your new house.
“You know, you fucked over me, in the worst way possible. You cheated on me. I don’t know who the bitch was, but I’ll just take this and I’ll check later.”
You held his phone phone up. He looked at you with teary eyes. Pure sadness laced his voice.
“I’m so sorry y/n. Whatever happens we don’t have to breakup.”
You could only laugh. This shit was all a act. This is all fake.
“What happened to us not being made to be together? We all know now that you don’t want me. So cut the shit.”
You began to walk away. He stood up and grabbed your wrist, but you were quicker. You pointed the gun at him and you began to back him into a wall. He was begging you to not shoot him.
“Please please p-please don’t d-do this. I’m begging you, i’m so sorry!”
At this point he was babbling incoherent words at you, that you couldn’t make out.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP ALL THAT WHINING LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE! YOU NEVER GAVE A DAMN ABOUT ME, EVER!”
You whispered in his ear with such venom and said:
“You should know not to fuck with me. Now I can show you better than I can tell you.”
You cocked the gun and pointed it at him. The next thing you know, the only thing you saw was red. Bullets was being shot from the gun in fiery rage. A total of 12 bullets was shot. The final one was shot through his head. Blood was all over your carpet and wall.
You ended up tampering the evidence enough, so it was Ahrin who had murdered him. You sat at the back of the court and watched as she was kicking and screaming in rage and sadness as she was being charged for the crime that you had committed. She was struggling against the cuffs as the police dragged her away. She was sentenced to death by lethal injection. You decided to watch as she was being tied down to the bed where her life would end once and for all. You said your last words as she was watched you through the window.
“Karma is a bitch. And out of all people, you should know.”
Tears streamed down her face as she yelled curse words at you.
You chuckled, “Fuck you, Kim Ahrin”
You watched as her cries were silenced with the injection seeping into her veins.
Fuck you Ahrin. But most importantly, fuck you Han Jisung.
